Grow up, not grow old

They say I'm too young to know what love is,

Too quick to believe in forever and kisses. 

They roll their eyes when I speak from my chest, 

As if my heart's too small to feel this mess. 

They draw my lines, they write my script,

They steer the wheel with a too-tight grip.

One day you'll see, "they always say,

But what if I already see it my way? 

I want to run, not walk, the days,

To write my own wild, reckless plays. 

I crave the stars, the crash, the fire-

Not just safety, not just "higher"

I want to grow up, not grow old, 

Not trade my soul for someone's mold. 

I'm tired of being told to wait

By people who forgot how young feels great. 

So yes-I love, and yes- it's real.

Don't shrink the size of what I feel.

I'm not a child made to pretend-

I'm something fierce you can't suspend.